Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Capture Us in a Bottle - Poem 70

I want to capture us in a bottle.

These moments are so perfect.

Why does everything shatter and become so real when the sun shines?

The shadows let me out.

Give me one thing,

Give me a bottle.

I will capture us in a bottle.

Letting our breath freeze and never change.

Let our muscles weaken,

Dying.

Dying in that bottle.

Leaving only our bodies to remain.